The Crystal TalismanVolume I:Meredithby Dr. Music Part 1: the TalismanMeredith tossed about on her bed, changing positions yet again in a vain attemptto remain comfortable long enough to drift off to sleep. Cracking an eye open,she looked over at the digital clock next to her bed. 3:22. It was no use. She'dnever get to sleep. Even if she did, there were only two and a half hours leftuntil she was supposed to get up. What was the point?Throwing the covers back, Meredith climbed out of bed with and exasperated moanand slid her feet into her slippers.
"Bastard," she mumbled as she grabbed her robe from off the floor.
For a week now, the nights had been the same for Meredith: rolling around in bedtrying to sleep while fighting back all the thoughts that kept her from it.
Usually, it was easy for her simply to push those thoughts away long enough torest, but this was different. A week ago, her fiancee David had broken off theengagement for reasons that he thought were best left undisclosed, leavingMeredith with several unanswered questions and frustration galore. It wasimpossible to rest! What had happened? Her friends tried to reassure her thatthere were other men, but she didn't listen. She was 23, dark-haired,brown-eyed, and didn't have the best body in the world. Sure, she wasn't badlooking by any means, but she wasn't exactly a voluptuous bouncing blond(something she suspected David really left her for.) At best, she thought ofherself as average, no matter what people told her. 120 pounds of average.
Meredith trudged down the short hall and into the kitchen. Flipping the lightswitch, she noticed an alien object in the corner of her eye. Alien because itstood out alarmingly on her stark-white, spotless linoleum. A cockroach. It satthere, staring back at her, unmoving. Courageous, but stupid.
"I dub thee 'David,'" Meredith said as she walked toward the roach.
The roach tried to scurry away, but Meredith brought her right slipper down onit with a crunching impact before the roach had made it more than a couple ofinches.
Lifting her foot, she examined the crushed body with a slight smirk. "If only itwere that easy," she muttered. "Just like men: moving in on your nice clean lifeonly to scurry off leaving nothing but shit to remember them by."Meredith took a paper towel and cleaned up the mess, wishing that was that easy,also. Then she fixed her self a nice strong cup of tea and sat down at the TV.
"Infomercial . . . infomercial . . . infomercial . . . Absolutely nothing on.
I'm wasting my money on cable."Switching the tv off, she decided to go to old reliable, her PC. At least therewas always something interesting on there.
As soon as she had logged on, however, the power to her apartment went out.
Meredith sat staring at the darkened computer screen, not believing her life.
Everything seemed to be going wrong. She closed her eyes just as the lights cameback on. Opening them again, she saw only darkness. "Huh? What, did the powerflicker?" Then the lights really did come back on, and stayed on.
Shrugging, Meredith decided to go take a nice relaxing bath. Standing up, shenoticed a small object lying beside the keyboard of her computer. She bent downto examine it closer.
It was some sort of crystal, about the size of a marble. At least it wasn't aroach this time.
Meredith picked the crystal up and turned it over in her hand. It wastransparent with a smoky hue. Its surface was smooth, flawless. She peeredinside it and realized that the smoke was moving. And in the center of the smokewas a tiny white light. As she stared at the light, it seemed to grow, seeminglycoming out of the crystal toward her. And then she was surrounded by it,enveloped in thousands of whirling white lights. They whistled as they spunaround her. In spite of her predicament, Meredith began to giggle. The tinylights actually sounded like they were singing. Strange, discordant tunes:rhythm-less yet oddly meaningful. The songs became words that came to her earsas if from a long distance. No, not words as such, but more like ideas andthoughts. They were searching her soul, her innermost dreams and fears in orderto find what she wanted most. What she wanted, needed most of all even if sheherself did not know it.
The lights and songs began swirling faster and faster, making a wall which actedlike a second skin over Meredith's body. She felt her body become weightless andher feet left the ground. Her mind reeled and she became aware that she could nolonger feel her body. Her thoughts and sensations merged with the lights andthen she was the light. She was searching her darkest secrets, her unconsciouswishes and dreams. She saw years of her life displayed before her as if she waswatching them on tv. She saw herself as a young girl, stomping over an ant hill,marveling at the strange sensations it gave her. Sensations she had only begunto understand. Looking down, she pictured all the scurrying ants as people, andshe was an angry goddess, crushing the fleeing humans beneath her mighty feet.
Meredith's mind spun away to other points in her life. Her variousrelationships. Boyfriends had always dominated her, never letting her have anycontrol in the relationship. She wished there was some way to gain part of thatcontrol. She wished that she had all the control. The relationships sped by her:middle school, high school, college, and then finally David, whom she fell inlove with her senior year at the university. They were together two years andhad promised their lives to each other. Then David had become distant. He spentless and less time with her, and refused her suggestion that they move intogether. When she had asked what was wrong, he said nothing, just that it waswrong to live together before they were married. Two weeks later, he called herand ended the engagement. The vision before her shattered then and was replacedby her, standing in the kitchen over the crushed body of a cockroach. Only, asMeredith stared down at the roach, its form changed into that of a tiny man. Notjust any man, but David. The smashed face gazed up at her with a frozen, ifsomewhat distorted, look of disbelief. And then the sensations overtook her. Thesame sensations she had first experienced on an ant hill as a young girl. Thesensations grew, became painful, blindingly painful. And then she passed out.
* * * *Meredith opened her eyes and squinted into a bright blue morning sky. She sat upand looked around her.
She was outside in the middle floating above a rocky desert. Meredith wassitting on a soft mattress that was floating above the landscape. The mattressstretched out for a few feet on all sides of her and had a lined, bowl-likesurface. Just as Meredith began to contemplate standing, the mattress turneduntil she was facing away from the sun, and the sun was blocked off by somethingbehind her. Meredith found this odd considering she had just been facing theopposite direction and there had been nothing in that direction to block thesun. Turning where she sat, Meredith nearly lapsed back into unconsciousness.
Before her was an immense face, larger than any billboard she had ever seen,except this face was three-dimensional. The face smiled down at her, showinghuge, gleaming white teeth as long as her forearm. Meredith gazed up into theclearest blue eyes she had ever seen. The gigantic face before her frightenedher beyond belief, but she also found it overwhelmingly beautiful. That strangesensation overtook her once again.
The lips came together and parted in a whisper, which to Meredith sounded like aloudspeaker. "I bet you're wondering what the hell is going on."Meredith could only nod in numb agreement.
There was a rumbling chuckle from the titaness.
"Well, let me explain it for you. My name is Sheila. You should have no fear ofme. In fact, I suspect that what fear you do have is changing itself into utterlust. It should. After all, I am a product of your deepest rooted desires. Thecrystal searched your inner being and discovered that you have a secret wish tobe dominant over every other human on earth. You want to be a goddess, biggerthan anything in the world, and to have mankind trembling beneath your feet. Youalso have the desire to have someone bigger than you, to be on the opposite endof the spectrum. That's where I come in. But don't worry, you still have uttercontrol over me. Think of me as sort of a genie, except that instead of onlythree wishes, you have an infinite amount of wishes to make. Anything'spossible, as long as it's in your imagination. By the way, did you notice thatI'm female. What else does that tell you about your desires?"A slow grin spread itself across Meredith's face. "So, I can have anything Iwant? Anything that I can dream of?" Sheila grinned in turn, nodding her head.
Meredith was tingling all over.
"Well. Wow. Wow! This is great! Where do I start? Unlimited wishes! It makes myhead spin!""Um, there is one catch. Every power has its price. And one day you will have topay yours."Meredith didn't like the sound of that.
"I knew it. What is it? I don't have the kind of money that this must cost. Isthis some sort of a money making scam or something?"Sheila laughed, "No, no money. The price will be determined over time. And youwill be able to pay it. I guarantee you that. Now, shall we have some fun?"The thought of payment slipped from Meredith's mind. "Yeah, and I think I knowwhere to start. Take me to Terre Noire, my city."Sheila placed Meredith on her shoulder, snuggled into a lock of her blond curls.
"Okay, just leave the traveling to me."Had anyone been in the desert, he would have seen a five-hundred foot tallgoddess, dressed in "tiny" denim cutoffs and a skin tight white midriff, slowlyfading from sight, the only mark of her passage a monstrous set of foot printsleft by her sandals.
Part 2: ...and the band played onTerre Noire, Oklahoma was a large city nestled on I-44 between Oklahoma City andTulsa. Interestingly, it was larger than Oklahoma City, though it covered lessland area than the capitol. The streets were wide enough to accommodate up tosix lanes of traffic at once, and the majestic buildings rose hundreds of feetinto the air. The tallest building, dubbed Terre Haute because it was home ofone of the largest law firms in the middle part of the country, stood tall andproud in the exact center of the city. For the time being, anyway.
Being the month of May, Terre Noire was celebrating Mayfest, which mostlyconsisted of parades, money-making booths, and a lot of beer. Sort of likeOktoberfest, except in the spring. An entire street for one square mile wasdevoted to booths, while two blocks over, another had a long parade moving downit. This was one of the few times of the year that citizens of the Black Earthcity put aside their mundane tasks and went out into the streets just to havefun. Thousands thronged on the side walks and into the lanes. It was a wonderthe parade made it through the town at all.
Though the tall buildings blocked most of the sunlight from filtering down tothe streets throughout the day, there were times in the morning and the eveningwhen daylight actually reached the city dwellers below. Which was why it wasstrange when sudden shadow fell upon the parade. Most assumed it was a passingcloud. Several people curiously gazed up into the sky, wondering if the tornadoseason was about to hurl another damaging storm down at them. They were rightabout one thing, it was a bad storm. But it had nothing to do with the weather.
Gasps rose up from the crowds as more and more people turned to see what theirbrethren were staring at. Soon all was silent save the beat of the high schoolmarching bands. All eyes that weren't intent on playing music stared into theair above the roofs.
A monstrous figure hung suspended in midair, feet downward. It was that of abeautiful woman. The crowds eyes in unison followed her tall, graceful (had shebeen normal sized) body from her brown sandaled feet, on up to her skin-tightdenim cutoffs, and higher still to where her flat stomach showed between theshorts and the white midriff she wore. Her breasts all but burst from the whitefabric and they could see them heave with her great breaths. Then, peering overthe swell of her bosom and down at the people, they saw a grin. A mischievousgrin. A sinister grin. That face struck fear into the people, yet they weremesmerized to their spots. Even as the woman began to lower toward them, theydid not move a muscle. Except for a few men. Between their legs a musclesuddenly sprang to life.
Slowly Sheila floated downward, all the while grinning down at the foolishmortals. Her breath came faster as the anticipation of the fun to follow grew.
From the soft yet excited breathing coming from her right shoulder, she couldtell Meredith was excited, too.
Lightly, to her, Sheila's left foot sat down in the street. Amazingly, thatsection was wide enough and long enough to admit the entire length of her footwithout crushing anyone. The parade had a break caused by some unruly peopledeciding they needed to cross the street in the middle of it, causing the spaceto open up.
The entire parade behind her stopped when they noticed the titaness standingbefore them. Oblivious of the new developments, the parade before her kept itsmomentum.
As she applied more of her weight to the street, the asphalt began to groan, andthen to crack. Slowly, her left foot sank into the street and came to a halt.
All eyes (that had noticed her) stared up at the giantess who stood with onefoot in the street and the other drawn up her leg like a stork. Sheila's smilebroadened and she looked down at the marching band a few yards in front of her.
"That's Union High's marching band," Meredith said from her shoulder. "I was inBroken Arrow's band. We were rivals." She said this last with a sneer.
Sheila turned her head as much as she could without knocking her little friendoff, and gave her a wink. Then, raising a finger to her plush lips, she said "Shhh."Sheila slowly swung her right foot out and positioned it above the band, whichwas still oompa-ing away. "I hate Sousa," was all she said, and stealthilybrought the sandaled foot down on the back half of the band.
Trombones and trumpets could be heard bleating in surprise as the suddenpressure struck them from above. The entire brass section was immediatelyknocked to the ground. With a great crunching thud, the band members weresquashed to a thin pulp along with their precious instruments.
All hell broke loose.
The crowd snapped from its trance at the sight of their beloved band beingflattened beneath the woman's foot and began screaming. The percussion sectionof the band, who had been right in front of the brass, turned in unison to seewhat the squelching sounds were. At once they stopped playing and their visionstraveled up the twin towers behind them. The sudden loss of rhythm caused thewoodwinds to falter, and they turned to see what had happened to the percussion.
Sheila had already lifted her left foot over the rest of the band. Severalmembers screamed and broke from he ranks. They didn't have time to get farenough away, however, for just then, Sheila slammed her foot down with a hugeboom.
Instruments and gore alike sprayed out from beneath her sandal and rained downupon the panicking crowd-turned-mob as she stomped the puny people with all hermight. The road bucked and asphalt erupted into the air, the tremors knockingmost of the crowd to their knees.
Sheila was stunned to hear cheering behind her, and she turned to see anotherband jumping up and down and waving their hands at her.
"That's Broken Arrow," Meredith laughed. "The sickos! I have another wish,Sheila."Sheila listened as Meredith explained what she wanted, and with a grin, sheplucked the tiny woman from her shoulder and lowered her to the street in frontof the BA band. Meredith noticed that only a few members, those of the tubasection, were cheering at the demise of their rival band. It seems nothing'schanged about this band, she thought.
Meredith recognized no one since she had graduated nearly eight years before,but she soon saw two familiar, flustered faces appear from the side of thestreet and rush toward her.
"Meredith Danforth, what the hell is going on here?" shouted a red faced TomStark. His partner, the co-director of bands at Broken Arrow, Phil Brown stoodalong side him, looking like a grizzled and deranged John Denver.
Meredith smiled and visibly shuddered with anticipation. "Why Tom, it's so goodto see you again after all these years. Mad Dog." She nodded at Brown, who'sface grew even redder with anger at the nickname.
Stark stuttered and his veins began to pop out from his neck. His mustacheplumed outward with angered puffs of air. "Who is that?!?" he screamed with amotion up at Sheila. "You can't just go around stepping on bands, even if it isUnion!"Meredith laughed. This is strange, she thought. He really must becrazy. We always thought so.
"Sure we can," Meredith said out loud. She looked up at Sheila who was watchingthe three with interest. The giantess winked down at her. Turning back to Tom,Meredith said, "For two years I was your drum-major. I directed this band andtook all your shit when they screwed up. It didn't matter if they were wrong, Iwas the one getting yelled at." Tom was fuming at this point. Meredith ignoredhim and turned to Mad Dog.
"And you, you hick, pompous piece of shit." Phil's eyes bugged behind hisglasses, nearly popping out of his head. "You egged him on. You laughed at mewhen I cried. Now it's time for me to get even."Meredith closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them again, the twodirectors were gone. She smiled and looked down at her feet. There stood the twomen, barely an inch tall each, staring dumbly at her loafers. With suddenawareness, they both followed her legs up into her grinning face. Meredithlooked closer and saw that Tom had wet himself. She thought he was crying, also.
"I'm no longer under you, Tom. You're under me, now." She lifted up her foot andslowly brought it down on the stunned man.
Tom threw his arms up in a last ditch effort to protect himself. He felt theunyielding leather of her sole touch his hands, and then it was forcing him tothe ground. Despite his best efforts, his strength did nothing at all to staveoff the increasing weight of Meredith's foot. Tom soon found himself lying onhis back with his head turned to the side as her sole pressed into his cheek.
The pressure intensified, and pain flared through is body as his legs cracked.
He tried to scream, but the air had already been forced from his lungs. Starsformed in front of Tom's vision, and soon thereafter, his sight becamecompletely dark.
Meredith's foot met the pavement with a crunch and a gush of blood from beneaththe ball of her foot. She stood there for a moment, shaking in her sexualexcitement and leaving her foot resting upon the crushed remains of the formerdirector of bands. With a sigh of contentment, she lifted her shoe and lookeddown at the squashed form beneath it.
He wasn't there.
Meredith was puzzled for a moment, then she smiled and turned her shoe over.
The flattened corpse of Tom Stark was stuck to the sole of her shoe. Meredithgiggled and, sliding her shoe on the street to scrape off the remains, shelooked around for Phil. He was gone, too.
Movement caught her eye, and she soon saw the tiny man running away from her andinto the forest of legs that belonged to the band members. Before he had made ittoo far, though, a white marching shoe slammed down on him with a wet crunch.
The poor man's insides splattered a girl's leg and she screamed.
Meredith looked up with astonishment and into the pale blue eyes of one of theflute players. The girl was smiling. She was pretty, in a plain sort of way,with sandy-blond hair that was pulled back, because that was the dress codewhile marching. The girl blinked and shrugged.
"I've been wanting to do that since summer practice began." She said with asigh.
Meredith smiled elatedly at her. "I've wanted to do it for ten years."The girl smiled back, and look down at Phil's crushed remains, which were stuckon her own sole. She sat her foot back down and looked back to Meredith. "Ithink I'll leave him there," she said. "I like the feeling of knowing I havePhil Brown stuck on the bottom of my shoe whenever I step down."Meredith laughed at that, then she grew serious as she leaned close to the girl.
"I'm letting you go," she whispered. "My friend and I are about to have...asmashing good time." She looked around, then pointed to a nearby building. "Goin there and don't come out. I promise we'll leave the building alone and you'llbe safe." With a thought, she said, "Is your family nearby?"The girl shook her head. "My parents are out of town.""Good," Meredith said, then pointed to the building again. "Now run!"She watched as the girl took off, stepping gingerly whenever the foot Phil wasstuck to came down so as not to dislodge him too soon.
Meredith looked around at all the stunned faces staring at her. The band seemedto be the only group that had hung around. It seemed that they were interestedin what happened to their directors. Too bad for them, Meredith thought, almostsadly. She looked down at herself to examine her clothes. She wore brownloafers, blue jeans, and a white tee shirt. She had wished herself into morepublic-worthy clothes before they had entered the city. Now she thought thatthey were too drab for a night out "on" the town.
She closed her eyes again, and thought hard. When she opened them again, shelooked appraisingly down at herself.
Her loafers had changed into black sandals with boot-like tread and two-inchheels. Her jeans had become a black skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Her whitetee-shirt, a blue silk, sleeveless blouse.
Meredith reached up and gently touched her hair to find that theshoulder-length, dark tresses had curled into a fashionable hairdo. She smiledthen, and closed her eyes once more.
The band stared at the woman in awe as she grew before their eyes. Their neckscraned back as she grew taller and taller, till she seemed to standshoulder-to-shoulder with the other giantess. They stared in awe, the tubasection loving the view up her skirt, as the woman hugged the other withaffection, and the band shuddered as one as the two titanesses turned theirgazes down upon them.
Sheila giggled with excitement. There was no need to ask Meredith if sheintended on letting the rest of the band go, she could read her mind. As shewatched, Meredith spread her arms and lifted her right foot.
The band screamed as they stared up at the sole of the woman's shoe. Before manyof them had a chance to react, though, she brought it down into their midst.
Half of the band, including the tuba section, was crushed mercilessly withterrifying swiftness. The remaining broke in all directions.
Sheila was ready for them. With pummeling feet, she began to crush the fleeinginsects one at a time. Actually, sometimes she got five at a time, but who wascounting. Tiny screams rose to her ears, serving only to drive her excitementfurther. Raising her knee to her chest, she brought her now bloody sandal downon a shrieking clarinet player. Her other foot found a trombonist.
Meredith lifted her left foot, keeping her right firmly planted on her squashedvictims, and stomped down hard on two fleeing flutists. But, before she liftedher right foot for the next squish, she noticed a small trombone player approachher sandal. This intrigued her and she bent down to get a closer look at him.
The boy had red curly hair that hung down to the middle of his back. Whatintrigued Meredith the most about him was that he was smiling up at her. Infact, he was literally red with excitement. Closer inspection revealed aconsiderably bump in his pants.
"Ha!" Meredith laughed. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"The boy nodded vigorously, and began shouting.
Meredith wished for herself to be able to hear him, and suddenly his voice wasclear in her ears.
"...the most beautiful thing I have ever seen! I love this!"Meredith smiled and picked the boy up. "What's your name?""Sean!" he said excitedly. "Yours is Meredith?""Yes." She looked at him quizzically. "Are you some sort of pervert?"Sean shook his head, although he looked embarrassed. "No. It's just the thoughtof a giant woman stepping on people has always...excited me." He looked down inshame.
Meredith felt sorry for him. "Oh, don't feel bad," she said, lifting a finger tostroke his red head. "Why do you think I'm doing this? It excites me, too."Sean looked up and brightened. Then he looked at her arm. "Do you mind if I,uh...that is...uh...."Meredith was puzzled again. She didn't know why he was looking at her arm thatway. But then she got an idea. Grasping Sean around his waist, she placed him onher exposed arm and began to rub him back and forth.
Sean shook in ecstasy as Meredith ran his body across her flesh. She smelled sogood, and the hair of her arm tickled his face in the most exquisite way. With alittle effort, he managed to work himself out of his uniform coat and then outof his tee-shirt.
Meredith saw what he was doing and decided to help him. With her other hand, shegrabbed the pants of his uniform, and with only a slight tug, ripped them off.
Then she did the same with his underwear, exposing his throbbing penis.
"Aww, how cute," Meredith cooed. Then she began to rub Sean along her arm again.
The feeling of her skin and hair on his naked body elated Sean. His breath beganto come in shuddering heaves, and soon he felt his manhood leap in response tothe constant treatment.
Meredith slowed her pace and looked down at Sean as she let him go. He laybreathless, lying limply on her forearm. After a moment, he turned over andlooked up at her.
"I have one more request," he said to her. "If you will, please step on me."Meredith recoiled in momentary horror. Then, seeing Sean's hurt look, she smiledagain. "Well, if that's what you really want."Sean brightened and nodded his head with more vigor than before. His arousal wasapparent, even though he should have been worn out.
Meredith shrugged. "Okay, then, but I sort of liked you. Can I ask you why?"Sean thought for a moment. "My life's not going too well right now, and the onlyway I would want to die is beneath the foot of a beautiful woman. I'd never beable to commit suicide, but I don't' really want to live."A tear came to Meredith's eye. "That's so sad. But if that's what you want, thenI'll do it."Meredith found a spot on the street that wasn't embedded with squashed bodiesand laid Sean down on his back. Rising up to her full height, she looked down onthe tiny boy. She thought she saw him smiling up at her, then he made a motionwith his hands.
"Do you want it fast and painless?" she asked him.
"Yes, but hold your foot over me for a few seconds first. Then stomp down hard."Meredith raised her foot into the air, some how keeping her balance, and held itover the boy. She counted to ten, then brought her foot up till her knee brushedher breast, and slammed it back down on the minuscule form.
The streets echoed with the thunder of her stomp, and the street lurched andbucked.
After the echoes had faded, Meredith lifted her foot.
In the center of a perfect footprint lay the crushed remains of Sean. His bodywas flattened and his fluids rayed out around him in all directions. He wasn'trecognizable as the boy he was before, but Meredith thought she could see asmile frozen on his squashed face. With a sad sigh, she turned her eyes awayfrom the sight and looked over at Sheila.
Sheila was standing a few feet away (by their standards) and was examiningsomething in her hand intently. Meredith came closer and saw that it was a tinyband member, a girl.
The girl was screaming and hitting at Sheila's fingers as she poked at her.
Sheila was laughing wickedly.
The sinister lust Meredith had lost when killing Sean returned to her now inforce. "Are you ready to go find the little people?"Sheila looked up and a new grin spread itself across her face. "Sure!" With onequick motion, she clenched her hand into a fist and cut the girl's shrill screamoff with a squelch. She didn't even look as she opened her hand and let thecrushed body slide from it onto the pavement below. The girl's body had taken onthe form of Sheila's palm, but splattered into a shapeless mass when it hit thestreet.
With no more thought for the band, the two giantesses strode off down the streetin search of more tiny victims.
Part 3: More tiny victimsThe crowd had made it a surprising distance in the time it took the two giantessto squash the bands. Sheila and Meredith found them three blocks away. The tinypeople had begun to slow down, but they still moved en masse away from thedirection the women had been in. When they heard the titanic footfalls, and sawthe giantesses closing on them, smiles beaming, however, they screamed in unisonand resumed their stampede.
Meredith looked at Sheila and said, "Ewe, Sheila, would you look at all thosebugs?"Sheila laughed. "Yeah, aren't they disgusting? What do you do when you see bugs,Meredith?"Meredith winked at the other woman. "I step on them and squish their little gutsout.""Me too," said Sheila, and they turned back to the fleeing denizens. "Ladiesfirst." She made a slight bow and motioned to the people with her hands.
"Oh, I couldn't," Meredith joked. "After you, my dear.""But I insist," Sheila said with mock seriousness. "Besides, if you go first,you can lay out the red carpet for me."Meredith laughed. "Oh, sure. You get a red carpet and I get a carpet of insects.
Oh well, mine will make neat crunchy sounds when I walk on it."The crowd being so large hadn't been able to move much because they were evenmore frantic to get away from the women than before, therefore tripping andfalling over each other. Meredith looked down and saw a man fall to his knees tobe knocked down by a woman and stampeded by several more. She watched thiscrushing go on for a moment, then decided that she wanted to go see where allthe people were running to, so she tried to follow them.
She didn't succeed in her endeavor, but did succeed in using them as the carpetshe had mentioned. She looked down and around her feet as she stepped into theshrieking crowd. People fell in the shadows of her feet and were instantlysquashed beneath her soles. She continued deeper into the crowd, laughingbecause as she passed through the people, the ones she didn't step on keptrunning in the same direction, which ended up being toward Meredith.
Meredith decided to have a little fun, then. She stood in place and looked downat the tiny things running between her feet. She made up a game where shedecided to stomp only on people who had black hair. There wasn't much to thegame since black seemed to be a popular color with this crowd. Closing her eyesfor an instant, she opened them and concentrated on the first person she sawwith black hair.
The man struggled to remain upright in the wave of bodies that surged with himand around him. Running was difficult in such a tightly packed mob, and he hadalready seen several people go down to be crushed beneath the feet of theirfleeing comrades. There was a great wind when a large, heeled sandal came downonly a couple of feet to his right, squelching several bodies beneath it inscreaming crunches. One man was trapped beneath the tall heel and didn't havetime to scream before his upper torso was crushed, leaving his legs kicking inspasms from beneath it. The foot lifted again before he had a chance to run pastit, and he saw the flattened remains of a dozen or so people become unstuck fromthe sole to fall limply back into the footprint created by the monstrous woman'sstep. Despite his best efforts at changing direction, the man was forced by thecrowd to follow the giantess, even though he knew that it was the wrongdirection to be going.
When the woman had stopped moving, the man tried to stop as well, but again thepeople forced him onward. Was he the only intelligent person there? He watchedin horror as he was pushed between her feet and on past her. Once he wasthrough, however, he redoubled his efforts at running forward, praying for goodfortune.
But only bad fortune was in store for the citizens of Terre Noire that day. Theman began to cry when he heard the wet sucking sound of the woman's foot risinginto the air. And he began to outright weep as the shadow passed over him and hefelt the warm drippings of blood rain down from above. His tears did not lastlong, however, as the ponderous weight crashed down on his head, driving him tothe ground and breaking both his legs when they weren't fast enough to bend inthe right direction. It hardly mattered, though, because his neck was instantlybroken when the sole contacted his crown, paralyzing his body. The man washardly aware of the lights going out of his life forever as the woman put thefull force of her weight into the step, squishing all those unfortunate enoughto be near the man with black hair she had been aiming for.
Meredith shrugged when she realized how many people she had to squash just tostep on one guy with black hair. With hardly another thought, she raised herother foot and tracked another person with black hair. This was a woman.
Meredith noticed with delight that two other people near the woman had blackhair. Or was it brown? Meredith didn't care. She was going for three points inone.
Her foot came down with a crash and drove fifteen people into the pavement. Fiveothers were pinned by their legs or other limbs, screaming and flailing in pain.
A man lay shrieking in agony with his legs crushed beneath the sandal, but hisscream was cut off abruptly as a woman's Reebok landed on his face with enoughforce to squash his head like a melon. The woman hardly noticed in her panic toescape the rampaging titaness.
Meredith was having the time of her life, and began to dance in a small circle,pulverizing many small people as she did. She stopped after a minute and turnedto see Sheila smiling at her.
"Your turn," Meredith said. She motioned to the bloody footprints strewn withflattened corpses. "I've laid out the red carpet for you, Madame."Sheila shook her head. "I plan on making a larger, redder on." She pointed to anarea in front of the mob, and Meredith turned to see what she was pointing at.
In an instant, a building appeared ahead in the street, blocking all passage outof the newly created blind ally. The crowd surged to a stop and slowly turned toface the titanesses.
Sheila smiled at her artwork and then strode forward and caught up with the mob.
Wading into it with crunching steps, she suddenly fell to her knees. Many peoplewere caught beneath her descending knees and splattered in all directions.
Sheila then put her weight on her hands, squashing even more people beneath herpalms. Stretching out and letting her toes slide through the crowd, she laid hergreat body down.
Citizens looked up in terror as Sheila's flat stomach came crashing down uponthem. A woman was miraculously spared for an instant as Sheila's navel engulfedher and plunged her into darkness. The woman's ears popped at the sudden changein air pressure, and she soon felt the end of the navel pressing down upon herhead. As Sheila let more and more weight rest on the underside of her body, thewoman was slowly crushed in the collapsing belly button.
Other people had a momentary vision of the giantess's breasts falling upon them.
A man was caught beneath the hard nipple of Sheila's left breast and squishedinstantly as the areola was driven into the ground. Several other people feltthe smothering, pliable weight of her mamaries and thought that they would bespared. They underestimated the force behind that weight, however, and soon metthe same fates as the hundreds who came before them.
Sheila reveled in the feel of so many tiny bodies flattening beneath her. Sheluxuriated in the ecstasy that the man brought to her nipple, and even felt andshuddered at the unfortunate woman trapped in her navel. Thanks to herheightened senses, Sheila was acutely aware of every person lying under her trimbody.
She bent her elbows and rested her chin on her hands, sweeping and crushingseveral more under her arms. Then she focused on the crowd immediately beforeher face. The insects screamed and fought against one another in the packed mob,but between the lying Sheila and Meredith standing behind her, they weretrapped. Meredith made this point by stomping on any who tried to flee the area.
Sheila grinned seductively at the people before her. Then, pursing her lips, sheblew them a kiss.
Ten people were caught by the gale force of Sheila's breath and lifted into theair, only to fall to the ground with the breaking of several limbs on both themand the people they landed on.
Sheila playfully reached out a hand and began pinching the tiny people betweenher fingers. She felt like a school girl squashing ants on the playground. Sheloved to watch the minuscule faces of her victims turn first red, then purple,then nearly black before they burst like grapes, sending forth a plume of bloodand entrails forced up through their necks. A thought occurred to her then, andshe looked over her shoulder at her new friend.
"Hey Meredith, why don't you find a way to keep these ants from escaping andcome over here a minute."Meredith nodded and looked around her. Deciding what to do, she reached out andpulled on a building that was about as tall as she was.
The building creaked and groaned. Meredith dug her fingers into the walls,noticing quite a few scared faces peering at her in terror from the windowslevel with her eyes. She smiled and winked at them, and doubled her efforts.
With a mighty ripping, the building began to lean toward Meredith. Unable towithstand the pressure she was exerting on it any longer, the structure finallygave and began to tumble forward. Meredith was amused to see the people withingscramble in the opposite direction in a vain attempt to escape the oncomingground.
Meredith sidestepped and let the building topple over. It crashed to the ground,shaking the surrounding buildings and sending up a great plume of dust anddebris. Dusting her hands together, she smiled innocently at Sheila. "How wasthat?"Sheila smiled back. "Perfect, my love. Now, come over here."Again Meredith obeyed. Crunching through the screaming people, she moved tostand in front of Sheila. "Yes, dear?"Sheila looked up at her. "So this is what you look like to them," she saidgleefully.
Meredith giggled and raised her foot into the air, holding the sole overSheila's face. "Watch out, or I'll step on you and squash you like a bug."Sheila grinned devilishly and pursed her lips in a kiss for Meredith. Then shesaid, "would you be a dear squash these insects for me? They're annoying me withtheir high pitched squeaks."Meredith was enraptured. "But of course, my dear." With that, she began stompingher feet all around like a girl throwing a tantrum.
Sheila peered under Meredith's pounding feet and saw countless bodies beingflattened beyond recognition in quick succession. Blood sprayed into the air andinto her face. Sheila's tongue snaked out and licked the residue from her lips,smacking them as if she had eaten something extremely yummy.
Meredith stopped for a moment and looked down at her friend. She covered hermouth in embarrassment when she saw the red stains on Sheila's face. Sheila worea mock expression of disgust.
"I'm sorry," Meredith said.
"Not a problem," Sheila replied and then got another idea. "Hey, come down here.
I want you to taste something."Meredith hesitated at the ominous phrase. But, deciding that nothing could phaseher at this point, she consented.
Hundreds of miraculously un-squashed people screamed in unison as Meredith'sfirm buttocks lowered quickly upon them. They were crushed instantly beneath herass as she sat down, paying them no mind. Shifting to get a better position, shegrimaced and reached under her right cheek. Pulling out a flattened car, sheshrugged and tossed it over her shoulder where it landed on more screamingpeople.
"Alright," Sheila said. "Now, this may sound disgusting, but these guys areactually quite tasty." She ran her finger through the blood on her face and heldit out to Meredith. "Here, try it."Meredith scowled and blanched a little.
"Don't worry," Sheila said, "Have I ever led you astray."Meredith thought for a moment, then shrugged. Leaning forward, she made an "o"with her lips and encircled Sheila's finger with it.
She had tasted blood before. Anyone who has ever accidentally bit their tongueor lip too hard has. But this was somehow different. This blood tasted salty,and yet sweet. Almost like candy. Idly she wondered if Sheila had done somethingto make it taste that way. She didn't care. Removing her lips from Sheila'sfinger, she looked between her crossed legs.
There was a sizable crowd trapped there, all cringing in terror. Some had evengotten up the nerve to scale her shoes and skirt in an effort to escape.
Smiling, Meredith reached down and seized two men between her fingers.
Raising her hand above her upturned face, she smiled briefly at the screamingmen before opening her lips and dropping them inside. With no more thought thanshe'd give to popcorn, she began to chew.
Surprisingly, they were better tasting than the simple blood. And they crunchedand crackled more than popcorn. She made a slight "ooh" sound as a trickle ofblood escaped her lips, then she simply slid her tongue out and lapped it up.
Her mind finally made up, Meredith eagerly reached between her legs and scoopedup ten or so people. They all went shrieking into her mouth and she beganchewing.
Inside her mouth, people screamed and beat against her teeth. Then the teethparted and her tongue began pushing them between her molars. Heads and limbscracked and were pulverized between her grinding teeth. Arms and legs wereferociously ripped off, and some people were lifted by Meredith's tongue to besquashed against the roof of her mouth. Those still alive felt the horror of hergreat tongue lifting and pushing them into her throat. They clawed with theirremaining limbs in an effort to keep from sliding down that dark, dank tunnel atthe back of her throat, but it was to no avail. Soon they were plunged intodarkness, the strong muscles of Meredith's throat pushing them down heresophagus.
Meredith burped and lifted three more to her lips. When she popped them into hermouth this time, she noticed their clothing dissolving like cotton candy.
Another trick by Sheila, she thought.
Sheila herself watched Meredith closely, enjoying every moment of the people'sterror. Then she began a feast of her own. Putting her hand in the crowd beforeher, and squashing several people in the process, she lifted the tiny morsels toher own mouth. She didn't bother chewing, but swallowed five people whole,relishing the feelings of their weak struggles all the way into her stomach.
It went on this way for several minutes. Soon, however, all the prisoners intheir little arena appeared to be gone. Sighing, the two giantesses stood up,brushing the flattened corpses from their bodies.
Looking behind her, Meredith saw that some of the people she had sat on weren'tentirely dead. They writhed like half crushed insects, gazing up at her withhurt, terrified eyes. Meredith raised her foot over them, then shook her head.
Dropping her foot back to its place, she said, "Nope. I'll just leave you there.
I used to love doing that to bugs when I was a kid.
She looked at her bloody clothes and concentrated on them becoming clean. With aflash, the stains were gone and she looked as pristine as ever. Sheila did thesame for her clothes.
"What now?" Sheila asked.
Meredith thought for a moment, and then a slow, mischievous smile spread acrossher lips.
"Let's go find my ex-fiancé."Part 4: the ExMeredith and Sheila picked their way through the rubble of the collapsedbuilding at first, then they shrugged and together pushed the other buildings intheir "arena" over. The once majestic structures collapsed with greater noiseand smoke than the first. Looking at each other, they both said "Oops" and thenbegan their search.
After they had cleared the debris, Meredith asked Sheila to stop for a momentand bent down to unstrap her sandals. Setting first one long, graceful foot onthe street and feeling its cool texture slowly give under her weight, and thenthe other, Meredith looked briefly at the mangled and crushed corpses on theshoes' soles. Shrugging, she set the sandals down on the roof of a nearbybuilding, never noticing the small crowd of screaming people who had beenwatching the giantesses from their imagined safety. They too caught a briefglimpse of the flattened bodies before the dark soles crushed them down throughthe roof and into the top floor of the building. Several people were pushedscreaming over the side where they plunged to their deaths ten stories below.
Sighing, Meredith nodded to Sheila and they proceeded onward.
Sheila looked over at her friend as the two strode down the streets, barelyaware of the tiny cars and people they crushed beneath her feet. "So," she said,"your ex...David? Where can we find him?" Of course she already knew the answer.
Come on, she was somewhat of a genie. Like she couldn't read minds.
Meredith was extremely aware of the objects which found their way beneath herbare soles. She was in a heightened state of enrapture, in fact, and herbreathing was quite erratic. She hoped that she would have the pleasure ofcrushing whole crowds beneath her feet as before, except barefoot. The tinybeatings of minuscule hands and the feel of crumpling metal from scale modelcars was exquisite and quite stimulating to say the least. She barely heardSheila, and the other woman had to ask a second time before she looked up fromthe screaming face she had been concentrating on. Consequently, her latestvictim went unnoticed as he crunched beneath her heel.
"Huh?" Meredith said, licking perspiration from her upper lip.
Sheila giggled. "David works in that law firm, right? Over in that tall buildingthat they call Terre Haute?"Meredith nodded, suddenly excited in a new way. A vengeful way. "Yes. I bet he'sin his office right now screwing some blond bimbo." A car full of a screamingfamily of four visiting from Oregon was flattened beneath her foot as sheaccented the last word.
* * * *David was in his office on the 100th floor of Terre Haute screwing some blondbimbo. Actually, it was the office of the founder of the Parker and Parker lawfirm, Louis Parker, who was out of town at the funeral of his brother, RichParker, but that scarcely mattered. David was a young, still fairlywet-behind-the-ears lawyer, but Patricia didn't need to know that. As far as shewas concerned, he was the founder. It didn't matter that he was just inhis mid-twenties and the firm was founded in the fifties, Patricia wasn't verygood with math, even if she had known when it was founded, which shedidn't. How did David get access to this prestigious office? Who cares. Let'sget back to the story.
Neither of the two lovers knew what was going on just ten blocks east of thebuilding. At that moment, neither of them even knew Meredith existed, let aloneSheila. David's mind wasn't on his ex-fiancée, but rather the blond bimbo he hadleft her for. And the blond bim...uh...Patricia didn't know who Meredith was,even if she had known that David had been engaged, which she didn't. Butanyway, the two were whooping it up on the expensive suede couch of LouisParker's office, which hadn't even been Scotch-Guarded.
As the two heaved to a sweaty finish, David weakly pushed himself up into apush-up position over Patricia and smiled down at her. "What'd I tell ya? Suededoes feel better than leather."Partricia smiled back. "You were right. But what animal does suede come from? Ibet they have fun having sex." She giggled her bubbly giggle and squinted hercutesy squint, and David very nearly sprang to life once again. Had heremembered who Meredith was at the moment, he would remember that he hated thatabout her. Her intelligence. He liked Patricia much more.
Suddenly he remembered who Meredith was. And suddenly Patricia felt a warmthspread across her tummy which tickled her and made her giggle again.
"Davy," she bubbled, "Did you just have an itsy moment on my tum-tum withoutme?" She looked down at her "tum-tum" and chirped in disgust. "Davy! You peed onmy tum-tum! Is this some kind of sick fetish?!?"Davy didn't respond.
"Davy!"She looked up, and saw David staring in shock out the window.
Patricia struggled to sit up and look too, but he wouldn't move.
"Get...off...of...me, you sicko!" With a mighty heave, she managed to shove thefrozen man over to the side where he collapsed to the floor and immediatelysprang to his feet, grabbing his trousers and pulling them on, frantically andbackwards.
"What's going on?" Patricia sat up, spilling the urine onto thenon-Scotch-Guarded couch. "Ewe!" She grabbed David's shirt and began to wipe offher stomach. David quickly snatched it away and tried to put it on.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Patricia squeaked.
"We...we have to get out of here!" David stammered. "She's after me!"Patricia placed her fists on her curvaceous hips and put on a scoldingexpression. "Who's after you? Are you married?"David was trying his best to put on his shoes, wrong feet of course. "No! It'sher! My fiancé! Ex...ex-fiancé!""Oh shit!" Patricia rolled her eyes. "Is she stalking you? Those exes can reallybe psychos!"David shot his terrified eyes out the window and stared. "You might say that,"he whispered.
Patricia looked out the window, and screamed.
There, two buildings away, standing taller than either of the two, but stillshorter than Terre Haute, stood the biggest pissed off bitch she had ever seen.
Patricia made boom-boom in her undies. Except she had no undies on. ShouldaScotch-Guarded the couch.
Breaking his horrified frozen state, David picked up Patricia's skirt and blouseand threw them at her. "Get dressed! She's coming for US!""Why me?!?" Patricia shrilly queried.
"Because I left you for her and she probably knows it, you stupid bimbo!""Oh." And then, "Hey! I'm not a bim...Hey!! You were enga....""Shut up and come on!" David shouted as he shot from the room.
Patricia snatched at her clothes and began to pull them on as she ran after him.
"Wait, Davy!"* * * *One foot resting on three parked cars, and the other on a once shrieking andsquirming crowd of innocent pedestrians, Meredith stared with smoldering eyes atthe top floor of Terre Haute. With enhanced vision courtesy of another wish, shewatched as the blond bimbo screamed and soiled herself and her surroundings.
After the two lovers fled the room, Meredith took a step toward the building.
Beneath her flaming anger, she felt things crunch beneath her bare sole. Itsoothed her somewhat, and she imagined what it would feel like to have thatbitch beneath the same soles. She would wait for them to reach the ground floorand then have some fun. First, she would have other fun.
"Sheila," she said.
"I'm on it." Sheila thundered around to the other side of the building to waitat the other doors and catch the man if he decided the back was the best way toleave.
Meanwhile, Meredith crunched over to the front door and amused herself with thescreaming mob in front of the building. Slowly and carefully, she swung her footfrom left to right, lightly touching it on the heads of the tiny people. It feltjust like soft grass. People screamed and fell, some losing their heads,literally. Sighing, she put her weight into a step, and reveled in the feel oftheir tiny forms squishing beneath her foot. She did this over and over again,each time imagining that it was the blond bimbo.
On the other side of the building, Sheila lay down in the street, head to theback door. Her legs stretched out and toppled the building directly opposite thelaw firm, but she paid it no mind. Dozens of people fell to her mighty body asit collapsed upon them, but she paid them no mind, either. Her attention wasconcentrated on the doorway and soon she saw what she was waiting for.
David and a half dressed Patricia came screeching to a halt as they burstthrough the door and were confronted by the immense faÃ§ade of the giantess.
"Hello, lovers," Sheila whispered and blew them a kiss.
They both turned around and ran back into the building, making their way to theother doors, not realizing in their blind fear that Meredith was probably on theother side waiting for them.
Sheila waited a moment, then, holding the doors open with two fingers, she blewhard into the building.
Patricia and David had just opened the other doors when they saw the massivefeet standing on either side of the building's awning. They stopped and tried togo back in, but just then a strong wind blew from inside the building and liftedthem into the air. They landed with a thud beneath the canopy, knocking the airfrom both of them and stunning them.
Meredith was ready for them. With her right hand, she ripped the awning away toreveal the two lovers. With her left, she swept the stunned blond out into thestreet, directly between her bare feet. Meredith had taken great care to removeall pedestrians and cars from the street. She wanted this bimbo to be the onlyone in the area, with the exception of David, whom she wanted to watch what shewas about to do.
Patricia rolled over onto her back and stared up at the form looming above her.
Shock took the new air from her lungs and her eyes grew wide with terror. Shewas huge! Her shapely legs rose like thick columns on either side of Patriciauntil they met the hem of the woman's black skirt. Higher up there ballooned ablue silk blouse, and higher still was the frightening face of a pissed-offwoman!Meredith stared angrily down at the insect between her feet. Then she lookedover at David, who was trying to regain his feet, but apparently had hurt hisleg badly when he had landed.
"So, David. Is this the blond bimbo you left me for?"David didn't answer, he just kept trying to climb to his feet, but kept fallingdown.
Meredith laughed. "Why David, you look just like a half squashed bug trying tocrawl away." Then she looked back down at the blond, who still hadn't moved. Shejust lay there staring up at her like a deer in the headlights of an oncomingcar.
"This one looks just like a bug, too," Meredith said with a sneer. "I don't likepests. Especially ones who still my fiancé. Why don't I just squash it." Sheraised her right foot into the air over Patricia.
Patricia could do nothing but stare up at the huge, dirty sole that hung aboveher. Her voice wouldn't work.
"No, wait!" David tried. "Don't hurt Patricia!"Meredith smiled. "Patty, huh?" She lifted her foot higher, and then brought itdown with sickening speed.
Patricia found her voice at the last moment, but only had time to let out apartial scream before the giant sole slammed into her body and flattened herinto the ground with and earth-shattering boom. It was a surprisingly dry stomp.
Meredith stood on the remains of her ex-fiancé's lover for a moment, admiringthe way her foot looked pressing into the asphalt of the road. When she finallydecided to lift her foot, she revealed the completely flattened yet miraculouslypreserved body of Patricia, still staring up at her in terror. Well, flattenedterror.
"Patty-cake," Meredith whispered with a pleased smile.
Meredith looked over at him. "Now, what was I saying you looked like?"David suddenly found himself lying spread eagle in the middle of the road. Hiswrists and ankles were pinned to the ground by some unseen force and he wascompletely naked. Looking up into the air, he saw Meredith towering over him.
"You know," she began, "I stepped on a roach last night, and I wished it wasyou. Looks like I will get that wish."David swallowed and began pleading.
With a snap from Meredith's fingers in the air, David's words were cut off andreplaced by guttural grunts and howls. Needless to say he was surprised, but hecould only express that surprise in an animal like wheeze.
"I mentioned that you looked like a half-squashed bug earlier. Let's see if mydescription was accurate." Meredith thought for a moment, and on her feetappeared the heeled sandals she had been wearing.
"Now," she said, "what should I start with first." She examined her tinycaptive. "How about..." she lifted her shoe over him, "...this arm." Her footcame down on his left arm, crushing it but not sinking into the street.
David howled in pain and looked through teary eyes at the giant sandal where hisarm used to be. The sandal lifted, revealing his pulverized arm squashed as flatas his late lover.
"And now," Meredith said as she swung her shoe over his body, "this arm."The foot came down with equal ferocity. David screamed again. This time when herfoot lifted, he watched dumbly as his arm stuck to her sole and ripped away fromhis shoulder.
"Now the legs," Meredith said as if showing a student how to dissect a frog.
Crunch! went the left leg. Excruciating pain and screaming! Crunch! went theright leg. Blinding pain and howling!David wondered why he hadn't passed out yet. The pain was maddening, yet heremained clear headed. He thought that once one limb had been crushed, theother's having the same done to them would hardly be noticeable. Yet amazinglyeach limb had brought forth new and wider pain.
Meredith was using her new powers to keep David conscious. She wanted him tofeel every bone in his body crushed to powder beneath her feet. Every howl ofpain, every scream of anguish was fuel for her lust. Her breathing was deeperand heavier than ever before as she stared down at the crushed and bleeding formof her ex-fiancé. His head lolled back and forth and his eyes rolled like thoseof a terrified horse. She saw him look up at her, and she smiled.
Lifting her foot, Meredith wondered aloud, "What's left?" She looked upon thebroken body of David, her eyes wandering over what was left of his naked form.
They wandered down his torso, and lit upon the one extremity not yet crushed.
Through the pain-ridden haze that covered his vision David watched Meredith'seyes move over him, and his gorge rose as he saw what she was looking at. "No,Meredith, not that," he tried to say, but all that rose from his throat was ahoarse groan.
"Well," Meredith said with a teasing lilt, "what have we here?" She looked downat his limp, flaccid o